So it is the evening before the Big Adventure. It occurs to me that my international travel experience has thus far been limited to North America. Tomorrow I’m flying across The Pond, by myself, to a foreign country where I don’t speak the language (beyond a few questionably useful words and phrases). I’ll be joining about a dozen people that I scarcely know, along with roughly a hundred strangers, to perform some extraordinarily challenging music in several prominent, public venues.
Wow. The girl who wore my face a year ago wouldn’t have even contemplated embarking on this kind of escapade. I have always fancied myself as a self-reliant person, however over the past 14 years I have found myself increasingly less autonomous. When you live with someone who controls nearly every aspect of your life, it’s amazing how quickly your independence-muscle atrophies. Embarrassingly so. It’s not who I wanted to become and I turned a blind eye as I slowly lost myself, inch by painful inch.
Honestly, this trip jangles my nerves and pushes me out of my comfort zone. However, I fully expect it to be an unparalleled, amazing, rewarding, experience. The Austrian backdrop is awe-inspiring, the itinerary is epic, and the opportunity to meet intensely talented and interesting people is overwhelming. Musically, I’ve been supremely challenged. While I’ve already learned quite a bit as a musician preparing for the festival, the next two weeks will continue to be instructive and, I anticipate, powerfully moving.
All-in, the experience is an important step to regain vision of the identity that I have always expected for myself and I’m so glad I made the decision to go…